(🜲) windclan again. hazelheart doesn't particularly mind. she'd rather them than shadowclan, or stars forbid, skyclan. the woman's claws itch as she recalls the events of the gathering. windclan had not caused a fuss, thank the stars, so she's grateful to owlbark for sending her here. the storm guard does not envy thunderflash's patrol, certainly. a brisk breeze filters through the trees, sending a shiver down the warrior's spine. fluffing her fur, she turns to her patrolmates. "you lot know much about windclan?" grizzlypaw knows as much as she does at this point, so she doesn't bother quizzing the boy. beyond the forest, wind sings a mournful tune, and hazelheart focuses her head again.
as the group steps out of the trees, hazelheart can feel the wind buffet her fur as it flows from the moors into the forest. "windy," she comments, but the whistle of the breeze steals her voice. "let's get to work," she tries again, turning to speak to ghoststrike, copperstorm, and dewshine, but finds their heads are craning to hear her. with a flick of her tail, the woman gestures to the border, a soft huff of laughter in her throat. they know what to do.
moving forward, she is surprised to find the wind pushing against her more insistantly. it whistles and whines like a leashed dog as she rubs her scent across the brambles and boulders that line the border. "how do they hear themselves think?" she shouts to her patrol, realizing they probably can't hear her as much as she can't hear them.
as the group steps out of the trees, hazelheart can feel the wind buffet her fur as it flows from the moors into the forest. "windy," she comments, but the whistle of the breeze steals her voice. "let's get to work," she tries again, turning to speak to ghoststrike, copperstorm, and dewshine, but finds their heads are craning to hear her. with a flick of her tail, the woman gestures to the border, a soft huff of laughter in her throat. they know what to do.
moving forward, she is surprised to find the wind pushing against her more insistantly. it whistles and whines like a leashed dog as she rubs her scent across the brambles and boulders that line the border. "how do they hear themselves think?" she shouts to her patrol, realizing they probably can't hear her as much as she can't hear them.
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// patrol members @grizzlypaw : ̗̀➛ @GHOSTSTRIKE @thistlepaw @Rattlepaw @Copperstorm @Dewshine
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HAZEL 🜲 SHE / HER, WARRIOR OF THUNDERCLAN. 54 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
a stocky, medium-haired brown tabby with hazel eyes. this is a large cat with a rippling musculature. hazel's frame is wide and tall, shoulders broad, muzzle and eyes heavy in her skull. chestnut and chocolate fur swirl across her pelt, sliced through with tabby stripes of shadow. her eyes invoke images of a sweet summer's day, honey and brown mingling into a soft amber gold